Shen Gurong and the pavilion master were arguing over accounting matters outside, but the situation of Mu's banishment into the Fierce Sword Sword Sea was extremely dangerous.

The sea of ​​swords is like a person's sea of ​​consciousness, boundless and vast as far as the eye can see. Mu Ban is completely different from when he was in front of Shen Gurong. His face is like sinking into the water, the dark red birthmark on his face slowly spreads out red lines like dead branches, and his pupils also change. The pupils become red and dilated.

Over the past ten years, as he gradually became able to control the majestic spiritual power in his body that came from nowhere, the birthmark on his face would change little by little like a living thing.

At first, Mu Ban was so frightened by his ghost-like face that he trembled. Later, after he completely controlled his spiritual power, he no longer felt so scary. On the contrary, when the birthmark on his face changed, the spiritual power in his body seemed to be running more smoothly. , absorb the surrounding spiritual energy, and your cultivation will break through more quickly.

He still held the old sword in his hand and looked around him indifferently.

There was a deathly silence in the sword sea, and the sword sea did not look like a vicious sword at all.

But soon after, waves of white mist slowly appeared on the sea-like ground under the feet. In an instant, the smoke was vast, and wisps of red lines were floating around like flying animals with folded wings.

Mu Ban thought, here we come.

The sword in his hand tightened.

Facing the unknown fear in the white mist, Mu Ban tensed up and swung his sword suddenly, scattering the white mist that obscured his vision. However, soon, the white mist enveloped him again.

Mu Ban frowned, and at this moment, a voice suddenly came from the side.

"come here."

Mu Ban was stunned for a moment and turned around in surprise.

At the same time, the white mist suddenly penetrated towards the ground, and in an instant, the whole surrounding changed its appearance.

There are scattered tombs on all sides, spreading to unknown places. The sky is dark, as if it is shrouded by something, and the surroundings are full of ghosts and demonic breaths that are constantly flying.

At the end of Mu Ban's sight, Shen Fengxue, dressed in white, stood beside a tomb, slightly extending her hand towards him, her wide sleeves slightly blown up by the wind.

Mu Ban froze and looked at him blankly.

At this moment, a figure suddenly ran past him, quickly flew towards Shen Fengxue, and stood on tiptoes to hug his waist.

"Master..." the child choked, "I didn't kill anyone..."

Shen Fengxue's eyes were cold. When he lowered his eyes slightly, a faint blush appeared at the end of his eyes. He let the child hold him, neither comforting nor scolding, as if he was just indulging a child who loved to act like a spoiled child.

The child choked for a moment and slowly raised his head.

Mu Ban's pupils shrank.

The person in Shen Fengxue's arms is him when he was a child.

Xiao Mu's eyes were slightly red and his body was trembling slightly. He regarded Shen Fengxue as the last straw, clutching his sleeves and said nonchalantly: "Master, where is this place? Just now, Senior Brother Sanshui said that I was leaving. "Don't open, what do you mean? Lisuo... is senior brother really dead?"

His words were so confusing that people didn't know what to answer.

Shen Fengxue lowered her eyes to look at him, and then whispered softly after a while: "I'm here."

Xiao Mu's eyes slowly widened.

Shen Fengxue said: "No matter how long you stay here, I will stay with you."

"Don't be afraid."

In an instant, all the fear on Xiao Mu's face disappeared. He threw himself into Shen Fengxue's arms again and nodded gently: "Yes."

Mu Ban looked on with a stunned look on his face.

When was he so dependent on his master when he was a child?

What does it mean to kill Lisuo?

What is everything around here?

He was so confused that he almost forgot that this was just a sea of ​​swords.

Soon, time seemed to fly by quickly. I don’t know how long it had passed, but Xiao Mu had grown up. In front of him was Yu Xinghe, who was wearing a yellow shirt and smiling broadly.

Although Yu Xinghe was smiling, he still held a sword in his hand. His eyes curled up, as harmless as when he was a child.

Mu Ban heard him say softly: "Senior brother, give me what the master gave you."

Mu Ban looked at him blankly. Behind Yu Xinghe, the crypt had broken through its barrier. Countless spiritual energy and light poured in from the hole, and were instantly absorbed into the Dantian by Mu Ban, who had not encountered spiritual power in ten years.

He was a little confused: "What?"

Yu Xinghe smiled even more happily: "Little senior brother is still pretending to be stupid. Ten years ago, the master did not hesitate to cut off half of the Yuan Dan and asked senior brother Sanshui to send him to the bone mound. Naturally, he handed over that thing

I give it to you."

He slowly pulled out the sword, and after a flash of light, the smile on his face disappeared in an instant.

Yu Xinghe's face was expressionless, and he looked at Mu Ban with a cold expression: "Give me the artifact, and I will look at my brothers and let you live."

Mu Ban took half a step back in shock, not understanding what he was talking about.

Mu Ban, who was watching from a short distance away, also had a look of astonishment on his face.

But the surrounding scene changed again before he could digest it.

This time, Mu Ban was dressed in green clothes stained with blood. He inserted Lin Xia Chun in his hand into Yu Xinghe's chest and twisted it hard.

Yu Xinghe's mouth was filled with blood. He struggled to hold on to Mu Ban's shoulders, but he was still laughing even when he was about to die.

He vomited a mouthful of blood and said with difficulty: "Little brother, my master has been partial to you since you were a child. Even if you are imprisoned by me, I still care about your life and death... Back then, my entire country was slaughtered by the enemy, and corpses were everywhere. I have always been compassionate.

Shengjun Shen doesn’t even want to lend me the artifact? Haha, can you say that everything in this world is fair..."

Mu Ban didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and directly thrust the sword in his hand to the bottom, directly penetrating Yu Xinghe's body, leaving a bloody trace from the back of his heart.

Hearing Yu Xinghe snort and his voice became even softer, Mu Ban coldly punched him with a burst of spiritual power to save half of his life.

He asked: "Let me ask you for the last time, where is Master?"

Yu Xinghe's pupils dilated a little, but he was still smiling: "He is dead."

Mu Ban's eyes narrowed sharply, he grabbed Yu Xinghe's long hair, forced him to raise his head, and said coldly: "You won't kill him before you get the artifact."

Yu Xinghe's face was covered with blood. When he saw Mu Ban's almost crazy look, he smiled as if he had succeeded: "You said before that I was a madman. As you wish, I am now crazy. You are the same

What does the madman mean?"

Mu Ban's eyes were red.

Yu Xinghe was very happy to see him like this. He used up his last bit of strength and said: "He has been imprisoned by me for ten years, and you have been looking for him all over the three realms for ten years. But in fact, he is not in the demon clan, he is nearby.

In front of you, little senior brother."

He grinned: "He has always been in the Wanli Icefield behind Yuxu Mountain. If you are not afraid of death, go and look for him now. Maybe you can still find his body before the snow covers it."

Mu Ban's pupils suddenly turned blood-colored and dilated, and he grabbed Yu Xinghe's neck and pressed him against the boulder beside him.

There was a loud bang.

Silks of white mist appeared all around again.

Mu Ban was stunned, looking around as if in a dream, but he still hadn't come back to his senses.

A faint voice sounded from behind him.

"Hee hee." Someone said, "Your Yuandan memory is really delicious. The three masters and apprentices killed each other. Tsk tsk, I am very satisfied with it."

Mu Ban: "..."

Mu Ban suddenly turned around, but still only saw white mist.

Mu Ban didn't dare to be distracted anymore, he held the sword in his hand and swung it hard. His spiritual power was so powerful that it could defeat thousands of armies. With a sharp sound, the white mist in front of him split open a path.

At the end of the road, a group of black fog slowly floated towards him.

If the master of the Sword Pavilion were here, he would definitely be able to tell at a glance that this was a sword spirit that had already awakened its wisdom.

If he knew, he would definitely not accept Shen Gu Rong's spiritual stones.

Sword Spirit's voice was milky, like a child's: "Give me your Yuan Dan, and I will help you eat all those memories that cause you so much pain, so you won't feel uncomfortable."

Mu Ban looked at him indifferently and said coldly: "That is not my memory."

The sword spirit said "Ah" and said: "It's impossible, I have eaten Yuan Dan from many people... Oh no, there has never been any omission in my memory, so that memory is yours."

The sword spirit who wanted to trick Mu into handing over the Yuan Dan was not very sane, and he could even tell the truth about Yuan Dan and his memory.

Mu Ban said nothing.

The sword spirit floated over, surrounded Mu Ban and said, "Leave it to me, leave it to me. Don't those memories make you uncomfortable? I can see it. You are so uncomfortable that your Yuan Dan is unstable."

Mu Ban took a deep breath and said coldly: "Although those memories make me uncomfortable, they are not mine."

Sword Spirit was very confident in his ability to bring out the most painful memories in others. He didn't believe Mu Ban at all and thought he was telling the truth.

The black mist transformed into a human form, twisted around and finally transformed into the appearance of Shen Fengxue, but he only had the skin of Shen Fengxue, and did not have the cool demeanor of a deep pool at all, making him look nondescript.

Sword Spirit looked at Shen Gurong's face, blinked his left eye at Mu Ban, and said with a smile: "Your master is dead, I can be your master."

Before he could finish speaking, Mu Ban swung his sword coldly, shattering the entire body of the sword spirit and forcibly turning him back into the black mist.

Sword Spirit: "Ah - what are you doing? This is your master's face!"

Mu Ban's eyes were sinister and he said solemnly: "If you dare to stand in his face again, I will kill you."

Sword Spirit: "..."
To be continued...